Ever since I was a young teen-age kid, I had dreamed of going on a long cross-country drive. Kids and their dreams I suppose. And though I'd imagined doing it, even planned it at one stage, time and money had prevented me from ever doing so.
Now, here I was, divorced two years, still in my early thirties, and made a fairly decent living with plenty of money. Enough so at least to have finally completed a project I'd been working on for the past two years after my divorce. I had just recently refurbished and remodeled an old Volkswagen Bus. It looked brand new, and ran like a top. Unlike the original versions however, I'd made several sweet modifications to it. Behind the driver and passenger area, the back was outfitted for camping. I'd installed a customized bed for comfortable sleeping, still had enough room for a small pull down table and a miniature refrigerator as well as several other modern conveniences. Now, with two week's vacation coming to me, I was bound and determined to live out my lifelong dream.
The only thing that was a little different was that I had no desire to actually travel across the country. What I did want to do however was take in most if not all of the Western States. From what I'd been reading and looking up, there was plenty to see and do, and I didn't want to rush through any of them without spending the time sight-seeing and enjoying myself. For the most part, there were plenty of KOA's, or similar places I could pull into and spend the night. When I couldn't, or when I preferred not to, my refurbished van would prove more than adequate for pulling off the road into some cozy remote area and spending the night that way.
So it was that I headed out of Salt Lake City on a bright and early Saturday morning to begin my two-week adventure. First stop was Jackson Hole Wyoming. It wasn't even a full day's drive away either. But I figured it was just far enough to break "Becky" in, the name I had given the bus, and had actually painted on the rear end. Fitting, as it had been "Becky" my first true love, who I'd lost my virginity to in a van similar to the one I was now driving. And though I had been through Jackson Hole before while heading up to spend a few days at Yellowstone National Park, I had never really spent any time there seeing the sights. Which I now planned on doing.
I had also made one other conscious decision, whenever I could, I planned on taking the more scenic routes, staying off the freeway as much as possible. Part of this desire to travel this way was in seeing the rural countryside, going back in time just a little if you will, as Becky and I cruised along together. There were still enough back country roads to make it feasible, even if it meant it would take me a lot longer to actually get where I was going. The nice thing was, I wasn't in any hurry. I had no time frame, no deadlines to meet, and no real agenda except to drive, see what sights I had always wanted to see, and go from there.
I had been on the road for a little over two hours is all when I came around a bend on the two-lane road I was driving on. Up ahead I spotted what appeared to be a young woman hitchhiking. Now normally I wouldn't have considered stopping, especially this day and age, and especially since the last thing I was looking for was any company. I'd been enjoying my drive, just me and myself. And besides, it wasn't the way it used to be when a lot of young kids traveled around doing just that. Picking up hitchhikers these days just wasn't safe. However, she was obviously alone, didn't appear to me as being some sort of a serial killer, though I suppose she could have been as I pulled up alongside, stopping. Though I did notice she was reasonably cute too, though she herself looked a bit like a throwback to earlier times. Dressed almost like a hippy, it seemed very fitting under the circumstances that I should stop and offer her a lift. When I spotted her up ahead, I noticed she was walking with her thumb stuck out, turning to face me as I came around the bend in the road. She was wearing very tight faded and somewhat worn out bell-bottom blue jeans, a pair of open-toed sandals, which couldn't have been all that comfortable walking in for any distance, and a yes she was, a tie-died tee shirt. I noticed she had taken the tail of it, tying it in a knot just below her breasts, exposing her midriff. But more importantly, accentuating her very obvious braless breasts, which were neither too big or certainly too small. Especially for her five and a half foot frame over what couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds. Another reason I wasn't too terribly concerned about pulling over and offering her a ride. Unless this hippy had a gun hidden on her person somewhere, she didn't look all that scary.
She wore her light brown hair long, in a ponytail, carried a small rucksack over one shoulder which obviously contained all of her worldly possessions. And like I said, plain-faced as she wore little if any makeup, she was nevertheless very pretty in a plain-Jane sort of a way. But it was obvious just looking at her, she couldn't have been much older than eighteen or nineteen even then.
And she actually didn't even wait for me to offer her a ride either. The moment I pulled over she came running up, turned the handle on the Bus and jumped in without asking me where I was headed, or even if I was willing to give her a ride. All she did do was smile, say thanks, and then asked me where we were going.
"Jackson Hole," I informed her, to which she smiled. "Where are you headed?"
"I've got a friend who's working in Yellow Stone during the summer," she informed me. "Going there to see her for a few days."
"Well, figured I might head up that way myself, but am still planning on spending the night and the following day in Jackson Hole. You're welcome to travel with me from there to Yellowstone, unless you're in a big hurry."
The young woman glanced over towards the back taking in the accommodations which included my already made up cozy little bed.
"Nice," she said simply. "Sure, why not? Sounds like fun."
I couldn't believe my good-fortune, and though she was at least ten years junior to me, she looked like she'd been around for a while so was obviously able to take care of herself. And she obviously didn't appear to have any misgivings towards me, or in perhaps sharing a fairly small bed not really meant to sleep two people, though it could easily do so. Even then, I didn't automatically assume she'd be sharing the bed with me either.
"By the way, my names Jack, and this here is Becky," I said introducing her to myself along with the VW. She burst out laughing. "What?"
"So's my name," she informed me. "Well actually it's Rebecca. But I've always gone by Becky."
"You're kidding me!"
"No I'm not ... seriously, it is. I can show you if you don't believe me," she said preparing to rustle through her tote bag.
"I believe you," I told her. "Just funny is all ... and maybe a fitting sign as old Becky and I here are making this first real trip together. And then you come along. Another Becky."
"Yeah, maybe it's fate ... Karma," She said smiling back. And then once again looking over the back seat towards the small little sitting nook I had in the back, she asked me. "You have anything I could use to wash up with? I've been on the road for the better part of three days now. I'd like to see about scrubbing off some of this dust and dirt I've managed to pick up."
"Sure, there's fresh water inside the refrigerator, you're welcome to use that. Plus there's some clean towels and such in one of the drawers next to it. Sorry I don't have any real private accommodations for you to be able to use." Once again she smiled, and then reached down pulling her tie-died shirt up and over her head before I even realized it.
I sat staring at her pert young breasts, though quickly glancing forward towards the road again seconds after she'd done that.
"I'm sure I don't have anything you haven't already seen before," she told me, and then wormed herself through the seats separating us and into the back. I glanced up in the rear view mirror watching her.
"Maybe not," I thought to myself. "But it's been a while since I've seen any on this young of a woman." I watched her as she sat down and likewise pulled off her bell-bottom jeans. Somewhat surprised she was even wearing panties, though those she kept on for the moment as she opened a couple of drawers, soon finding the towels I had told her about. She held one up looking up front towards me.
"One of these?" she asked.
Once again I was forced to look up into the rearview mirror as she stood there. Obviously she had no problem with me looking at her breasts as she stood there holding up the small hand towel. As I'd surmised in the beginning, they were neither too large, nor too small either. A nice good-sized handful, though I now did notice of course, her rather large dark-tan areolas, twin nipples that stood proudly up and off each, two hard little rocks capping each breast.
"Yep! That's them," I responded looking back at the road as she leaned over opening the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. Once again I stole another glance, enjoying the way they hung there for a moment swinging about as I hit a couple of rough spots in the road. She had to reach out, steadying herself and then stood up again.
"If you want to watch, I'd rather you pulled over to do so," she informed me. "I'd rather not end up down in a ditch," she added though she was again smiling.
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